Douglas Vincent - A mother so naughty

"It'll probably run pretty late, so don't wait up," Erica chimed in. "And don't worry, we won't get into any trouble. Curtis' grandfather lives next door, so he'll probably be checking on us."

Amanda started to offer some friendly maternal advice, but stopped short. Her children were old enough to take care of themselves, and judging from what she had witnessed this weekend, they were more mature than she had ever given them credit for.

"Have fun," she said at last. "And if you drink too much and can't drive, please call me for a lift. I won't be mad." She kissed both of them on the head as they grabbed their coats and raced for the front door.

A moment later Amanda found herself alone again, and grateful to have some time to herself. So much had happened over the past two days that her mind reeled thinking about it.

Debra had been right. Amanda had rediscovered some of the excitement that had long been missing from her marriage. But Jake would be home tomorrow and she knew that everything would quickly return to its original boring pattern.

The thought brought a tear to Amanda's eye, which she quickly wiped away. She had learned just how exhilarating sex could be, but deep down nothing had changed. She couldn't leave Jake. Despite everything, she still loved him and needed shim. If only he were more fulfilling iii bed.

Amanda tried to erase her growing desperation by doing some much-needed housework, and after a quick dinner she curled up on the sofa with a book and the television. Somehow, she had decided, her life would change, even if it meant sneaking around behind her husband's back while he was gone. This weekend had opened up new vistas for her, and she wasn't about to give that up.

Amanda was deeply engrossed in a game show when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was Debra arriving for a quickie, she opened the door wide and came face to face with a vision that made her blood freeze. Before her stood a large man hidden behind a wool ski mask. He wore a dingy denim jacket and faded blue jeans – and in his hand was a knife.

Amanda stumbled backward and tried to slam the door shut, but the man pushed hard against it, sending her sprawling into the living room. He kicked the door closed and was on her in a second, his massive girth pinning her to the floor.

"Please don't hurt me," she whimpered, her heart racing. "I'll give you all the money I have. Please don't hurt me!"

"I don't want your fucking money," the man growled. Despite his wool mask, the smell the vile scent of alcohol on his breath. He pressed the knife firmly against Amanda's throat. "I want you! Now strip!"

"No!" Amanda cried. Her mind went blank and she stared at her attacker for a long second, confused by all that had happened.

"I'll slit your fucking throat if you don't do as I say!" the man hissed hoarsely. "Take off your clothes!"

Amanda stood up and slowly removed her shorts and the tattered T-shirt that barely hid her quivering tits. As she stripped, the man placed what appeared to be a small black doctor's bag on the living room table, then yanked the telephone cord from the wall with a quick jerk.

Amanda stood in the middle of the room, her naked body shivering from fear and cold. She vainly attempted to cover her tits and pussy with her arms, but it was a losing effort. She simply had too much to lose.

The man stood before her for a moment, the knife still clutched tightly in one hand, the length of cord dangling from the other. His gaze slowly trailed down Amanda's voluptuous body, and Amanda could ace that his cock was growing hard in his pants.

The man brusquely pushed Amanda's arms away from her body so that she stood before him completely uncovered. He grinned wickedly beneath his mask, then turned Amanda around and tightly tied her hands together behind her back. Once certain that she could not get free, he tied the other end of the long cord around her neck and held it like a dog's leash.

"Suck my cock, bitch!" he ordered, yanking hard on the cord.

"No!" Amanda cried. "I can't!"

The man slapped her viciously across the face and Amanda staggered back a few steps before regaining her balance. Her cheeks stung and burned from the unexpected blow.

"Suck my cock, you fucking little cunt!" the man barked. Sobbing, Amanda dropped to her knees before him as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down hastily around his knees. His cock was long and thick, and Amanda shut her eyes tight as he forced it between her lips and deep into her mouth.

"Suck it good, baby?" the man sneered. Amanda felt like gagging, but she sucked on the man's prick as best she could in the hope that he wouldn't hurt her anymore if she did as he said.

Amanda found it difficult to keep her balance with her arms bound tightly behind her back, but she found a rhythm that allowed her to take her attacker's prick into her mouth without tumbling forward. His cock was hot and tasted bitter, but she sucked it hard and caressed it with her tongue in an attempt to make him cum so he would leave.

"You suck cock like a real pro, baby!" the man snickered. "I'll bet you've sucked a lot of cock over the years!"

He took Amanda's head in his hands and guided her back and forth, fucking her mouth as if it were a cunt.

"Make me cum, baby," Amanda's attacker whispered in a frightening sing-song voice. "I want you to taste my jizz! It's sweet as honey!"

Amanda's heart beat loudly in her chest as the man worked his cock roughly between her lips and into her mouth. There was no choice of escape, and no telling what he would do to her.

"Do you like having my hard cock in your mouth?" the man asked, his voice slightly muffled behind the wool bunting of his ski mask.

Amanda nodded her head vigorously. Her response came partly from fear, but also from the disconcerting realization that her cunt was burning with desire. She didn't want to admit it, but being tied and taken by force excited her, made her want to feel a cock between her legs.

The man slapped Amanda roughly about the head, startling her and making her cower.

"You like it too Goddamn much, don't you, you fucking nympho?" he hollered, his gravelly voice echoing through the empty house. "You're a hot little cunt, aren't you? You want to be fucked by a real man?"

Amanda stared at her attacker, stiff with fear and hot with desire. She didn't know how to respond.

The man pushed her to the floor so that her face was pressed hard against the carpet. He dropped to his knees behind her and hoisted her hips high into the air with a quick jerk.

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass, baby!" the man laughed. "Ever have a long hard cock in your tight little asshole?" He yanked hard on the cord around Amanda's neck.

"No!" Amanda begged, panic-stricken. "Please don't! Please! I'll do anything else that you want, just don't fuck me in the ass!"

The man pressed two fingers into Amanda's tight asshole. Amanda cried out in pain as he roughly penetrated her virgin shithole, but her reaction only evoked a round of angry laughter.

"I've never felt an asshole so ripe for fucking!" he panted, excited by the prospect. He pressed his thick cockhead between Amanda's asscheeks and slowly forced his prick into her puckered asshole.

"Please God!" Amanda wailed as her attacker drew his prick from her asshole and slowly forced it back in again. He did this, over and over, forcing it in harder and harder each time. "Oh God! It hurts! Please…"

"Shut the fuck up!" the man snapped yanking hard on the cord wound tightly around Amanda's throat. "One more sound and I'll slit your fucking throat!"

Amanda suffered in silence as the man repeatedly violated her tender asshole, taking perverse pleasure in her agony.

The pain had been excruciating at first, but the more he fucked her, the less it hurt. In fact, the ramming of his cock deep inside Amanda's body was having an unexpectedly pleasant reaction on her cunt. How she wanted his cock inside her pussy!